I had a friend.
I had a friend.
I had a friend who I thought loved and supported me no matter what I did. They made me think I was smart and funny and pretty and desirable. When I did things that were not in my best interest, this friend encouraged me to the point of both embarrassment and danger, giving me no warning and showing no regard for my personal safety. My friend allowed me to say things I didn't mean and do things I would come to regret. In fact, my friend pushed me onward, letting me behave irresponsibly, showing no regard for others and loved when I acted out of character. My friend did everything they could to get me alone, so they could monopolize my attention, keeping me from doing things to better myself and move my life forward, away, perhaps, from them. In the end, my friend showed no regard when my health started failing and my lies began to backfire. No, in fact, my friend encouraged me to stay, ignore my body and say anything I had to so we could spend time together. My friend trapped me, and I was helpless to escape, unwilling to try.
Now, if this were a person, of course, I would have walked away early on.
But since it was alcohol, it took 10+ years to even realize I had a problem, and then another 10 or so to try and stop. But at least I did come to this realization, and I am here today, sober and grateful.
Now, if this were a person, of course, I would have walked away early on.
But since it was alcohol, it took 10+ years to even realize I had a problem, and then another 10 or so to try and stop. But at least I did come to this realization, and I am here today, sober and grateful.
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